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One Afternoon

Some memories bring such a rush of delight, and this is one, added to by time and the joy of the occasion … ONE AFTERNOON the summer of mother’s yellow hat flies into memory                                     on the width of the wind … Continue reading

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Lucerne Street Notebook

I’ve been remembering the village I grew up in on the North Downs of Kent, walking up the road, re-visiting each house that I pass. I’ve used the old spelling of the village, which changed while I was in my … Continue reading

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Old Photograph

Happy New Year to you all. It’s a time of looking forward but also of looking back; the year has rolled over and stored memories come back to haunt me … OLD PHOTOGRAPH the past opens at this tiny universe … Continue reading

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Return

Remembrance Day is coming up. I’m sure anyone whose relations, whether close or distant, died in a World War has memories and questions as I do about my father… RETURN would the wind bring back the father who strides the … Continue reading

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Where Unicorns

For the Anglo-Saxons, October was known as Winterfylleth, because at this full moon (fylleth) winter was supposed to begin. October’s birthstones are the tourmaline and the opal, its birth flower the calendula. The first Thursday of the month is National … Continue reading

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Back In Time

Our local museum is a place of wonders, all kinds of antiques, photos, jewellery, costumes, well organized and attractive. Well worth a visit … BACK IN TIME for a modest fee you can wander into our local museum hold an … Continue reading

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The Best

Its Mixed Race Day in Brazil and, being English, French, Scots, and Irish myself, beside being very much Canadian, I like the idea of celebrating this day. With all that I’m remembering a meal I had years ago when we … Continue reading

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